How I Know I’m Not in New York (Part 6)

[Even more than my other conversations with Remus, this is essentially verbatim. So you politically correct Americans out there, don’t send me any emails. But, of course, being American, I apologize in advance if this offends anyone.]

Remus and I were in the office the other day. We were waiting for a man who was hoping to sell us some products for a new business idea we had. It was almost time for him to arrive.

“Hey Remus, let me know when that guy gets here for our meeting.”

“All right. By the way, did you hear what happened to Mihai?”

“Not now, Remus. We don’t have time.”

“Ok. So do you know anything about this guy?”

“No. He called last week and asked to meet. He’s some sort of importer. He represents a couple manufacturers and supplies those things we….”